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TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU

00. Arrival

This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased.

With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. STARGAZER

On the first night that new arrivals wash ashore, the moon rises. It's full and beautiful and surrounded by stars.

The robots quickly bring old, dusty telescopes out of storage and line them up on the beach to help people get a truly spectacular view.

"Look to the heavens! Behold, the chicken, the cat, the owl, the donkey!"

It's... the cock, the pussy, the hooters, and the ass. For the rest of the night, characters will become fixated on the specific asset associated with the constellation they've gotten an eyeful of.

Whether this leads to some body worship or just casual appreciation is up to you.

You can learn about the stars and constellations later this month in some of the rare, non-pornographic books in the library. (More info will go up soon, so please be patient!)

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II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION

An ancient courting ritual has been announced! It involves the give-and-take of candy hearts with slogans printed on them. Of course, since these hearts are being manufactured by robots, their sense of taste is a little... off? Or perhaps off-putting?

"You'll do."
"5/10."
"Acceptable."
"Sloppy Seconds."

Receiving a negative heart makes one feel insecure, jealous, and submissive.

"Be mine."
"Nicest ass."
"Swell bulge."
"They're good lays, Bront."

Receiving a positive heart will make one feel confident, boastful, and dominant.

Your friendly neighborhood 'bots will give them out to anyone who asks - and maybe even those who don't.
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III. Eat Or Dare

The robots have set up a stall by the beach with a banner that reads: Eat Or Dare. They have procured bigger candy hearts than ever before -- fist-sized and larger -- with actions written on them instead of derogatory slogans.

"Take a dive."
"Lick me."
"Get handsy."

The name of the game is to follow the instructions or forfeit the challenge by making the evidence disappear into your mouth. Delicious!

Those who eat the candy hearts will feel themselves getting giddy and unreasonably invested in the love affairs of others. They will feel compelled to play matchmaker to spread the cheer.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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there's warm hands on vax's ass, and it pulls a slow moan from his chest. it's the first real taste of intimacy he's had in a long time. the effect it has on him is nearly instantaneous, blood rushing south to thicken out his cock further still. the deep kisses had already warmed his body, but this tease is something else. it's good.

he moves with essek, helping him reach the edge of the bed. the half-elf never even notices when essek stops, instead choosing to continue their momentum forward and gently push him back onto the bed. vax crawls after him, throwing his hair over one shoulder in preparation for kissing all over essek's chest and collarbone.

wandering hands find their prize in essek's thighs, which he pulls apart and settles himself right between as though he's meant to be there. lust clouds his thoughts already, and it's the same lust that spurs his hands down, further, to essek's ass. his push might have been gentle, but the dragging of teeth and the harsh squeeze of hands on his ass is anything but. hungry, vax lowers, lowers, kissing down essek's abdomen to his hips. it's here that he finally comes to pause.

he looks up at essek, but remains silent, waiting. anticipating.

That eager pliability is so delightfully sensuous. The elegant toss of dark hair exposes the alluring line of his body that draws Essek's eyes from ear to neck to shoulder. It disappears from view as Vax descends on him, raising soft hums and shivers as lips move over sensitive skin. Essek sinks his fingers into the raven strands again, stroking it back from his ears and scraping nails appreciatively against Vax's scalp. It's charming, the way he wastes no time in fitting himself precisely where he wants to be, nearly as though they've already done this dozens of times.

He's already well on his way to full hardness as Vax'ildan journeys southward. The sting of nails and teeth makes him gasp, groans turning into pleased, approving chuckles low at the back of his throat as his hands wind more in dark hair.

And for that look seeking permission to continue, Essek meets it with one of dark, sharp heat as he trails fingertips over the tip of the exposed ear, down the edge to that lovely jaw, and finally over eager lips, which he parts with his thumb.

"Go on, then."

each time essek swipes over his ear, it feels better and better. the first time had been a surprise, the second had been comfortable, the third had felt nice, and now it feels erotic. it feels familiar, like essek telling him he's here, he's watching. it's reassuring.

so vax continues his trek south. exploratory lips venture further south still, open mouthed, hot and wet. he drags hungry kisses along essek's hips, around the hard cock that rests on his stomach, not wanting to touch it just yet. the moment will come, but for now, he's going to take in every new sensation. the smell and the taste of warm skin underneath his lips is wonderful, musky and new, all as he moves lower still, just to the side of the root of his cock. he presses an affectionate kiss to the skin there, then starts kissing back up, slowly, tenderly, and with the slightest hints of tongue. this time, it's up his underside, coming to rest at the tip.

he pauses to move his hair from his face a second time, then he's dipping back down again, and this time, it's with a flat tongue to apply pressure. from base to tip he moves again, eyes fluttering closed to focus on his task.

It's a gesture he both is and isn't aware of the thought behind it. Vax has pleasingly shaped ears, ones that Essek finds he can't help but enjoy touching, appreciating of their shared elven heritage. A touch there has the wonderful versatility of being both comforting and erotic, depending on the context. Beyond that, he doesn't spend too much time examining his reasons.

Not especially when soft lips finally find their way to his heated arousal. Soft hums and exhales quickly suffuse to a full groan of open pleasure at the press of Vax'ildan's tongue. Essek's back arches softly, fingers and toes curling. In the brief pause after he slides fingertips in at the crown of his scalp, gathering dark hair away from that beautiful face and into one hand, secured at the back of his head. That should make things much easier.

"Good," he murmurs heatedly, voice breathy with want. His other hand finds a place on Vax's arm to settle, thumb stroking idly over the skin. "Keep going."

essek is touching him and he shivers under the feeling. hands on his skin is a favorite sensation. he gathers his hair, he holds it behind his head, and for a moment, vax'ildan feels dirty, in the best way. he feels exposed like this, with his head nestled so comfortably between the legs of a drow he'd just met. still, there's no denying magnetic attraction.

that same attraction is amplified when essek murmurs a word of praise through heated breath, and it shoots straight between vax's legs to his cock. he's moaning against his skin now, brow furrowing slightly while his hips adjust against the bed.

he hasn't been praised in so long. the one word, good, makes his whole body feel like it's on fire. he grinds down, just a little, into the sheets below, for any kind of friction. while he's feeling this lustful want, he's overcome with the urge to take essek in deeper, and so he does. soft lips part and he takes essek's tip in his mouth, one hand holding his cock still while the other grips at one thigh like he might disappear if he doesn't hold on.

he tastes so new, so different, but that smell of sex and the way those hands tangle in his hair is the same. erotic and sexy, vax laps his tongue at his underside before dipping further, further.

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Even aroused, all of his attention is focused on Vax now; it's impossible to miss the reaction to that word. There's been other evidence thus far, too, the way he could nearly change Vax's mood around with a single compliment, the way he basked in the open admiration of his abilities. Either he's starved for praise, or just enjoys all of his appealing qualities acknowledged to an immense degree. Or perhaps both, really.

Either way, it's a further window into him.

If he'd planned to hold back his appreciation, Essek no longer does so. Those lovely lips slide over him again, and he exhales, chest dipping, abdomen tightening. He can't help pressing his hips up into that grip, seeking some friction. That sweet tongue earns a moan and a scrape of nails to his scalp, encouraging more.

"Mmn-...such a lovely mouth you have...'

vax nearly whines at the praise from essek. the drow makes him feel so weak, and while vax is usually quick to shrug off praise or compliments of any kind, he's inclined to believe essek. that alone makes him unique, gives him a certain quality that he can't quite place. it's unnerving, when vax'ildan isn't taking his cock in his mouth.

it's the encouragement that drives him onward, spurring him forward to take essek down further still. he's set a steady pace now, bobbing and bouncing his mouth up and down his shaft while his tongue works a steady pressure against his tip. he sucks softly on each upstroke, coupling it with a gentle squeeze of his fingertips around the base.

after a while of this, vax pulls off abruptly, gasping for a moment to fill his lungs with the air he's been depriving them of. his lips are red and swollen, shiny with spit, and his eyes are blown while he gazes up at essek for more. he's hooked on his every word, and each bit of praise just spurs him on further, encourages him to perform better and better.

with his breath regained, vax dives back down, taking essek into his mouth for a second time. loose strands of hair that didn't make it into essek's hand are brushed out of the way, while vax's free hand presses flat to his hip. hand and mouth work in tandem, stroking essek up and down with a newfound determination.

It hadn't at all been idle praise - Vax continues to prove just how lovely that mouth is. Those elegant fingers wrapped around the base of his cock applying gentle, rhythmic pressure are an almost unfair addition to the wonderful wet heat, the stroking of his tongue. Essek rewards him with soft, breathy noises of approval, a stray good or yes and a tightening of fingers in dark hair.

And then he looks up, clearly eager for more. Essek swipes his thumb over that slick lip, wishes he could kiss it, and praises him again with a voice roughened with pleasure.

"Very good."

This second round, now, he's louder, spiraling closer and closer to the edge, hips rolling upward but held down by a firm hand. His heart beats furiously with arousal, precum beading from the head only to be swiped away instantly by the soft, clever flick of Vax's tongue. Essek's hand in the half-elf's tightens and tugs a warning, eyelashes fluttering.

"I'm close-"

vax'ildan takes the praise and swallows around essek's cock, humming in approval around his skin. the gentle reassurance of good and yes has him grinding his hips down into the mattress, rocking against the sheets for any kind of friction that he can find. he's painfully hard and he hasn't touched his cock, but he won't until he's finished off the elf underneath him.

the hand working his shaft doesn't let up, and his mouth drops further still on that damned cock between his lips. he's taken essek as far back as he can, then decides to set a pace, bobbing his head without letting up his pressure. his tongue sticks, hard, to the underside, while deft, dexterous fingers work at the base, occasionally lifting his balls into his palm to gently toy with them. eager to please, brown eyes glance up the drow's body to his face. that's when he's given his warning.

so vax pulls back almost entirely, leaving his lips wrapped around essek's tip. his tongue continues the pressure at his underside, and he starts jerking him off as quickly as he can. in no uncertain terms, he wants essek to come in his mouth. it's a good prize, and it's one vax feels as though he's earned.

Vax seems to heed the warning as much as he wishes, which suits Essek just fine. It's entirely likely he wouldn't last long past any further stimulation as it is, and especially not if Vax is just as dexterous with his hands as he is with his tongue. The evidence, so far, seems to indicate that he is.

His breaths become heavier, hips rolling more and more insistently the closer and closer Vax brings him to the edge, until finally he tumbles off it completely with a sharp gasp. The tail end of it sticks in his throat, blocking all other sound as he empties himself down that lovely throat. Back bowed toward the ceiling in a graceful arch, toes curling and hand tight in Vax'ildan's hair, he comes.

The world whitens for those moments, and then begins to tingle back into color as he slumps back into the bed boneless. All of his limbs and extremities seem to tingle pleasantly, the only hint he has that they're still there and not just numb with orgasm. Essek breathes again, flexing his feet to remind them how to move, fingers slowly loosening from the tangled mess he's made at the nape of Vax's neck.

Finally, when his mind comes back a little more into focus, he finds that pretty face again, smiling a little lopsidedly.

"Well..." he licks his lips, eyes still blown wide. "That was...quite enjoyable."

essek comes with a sharp hitch of breath, and vax braces himself for it, arching both into the hand on his head and down to catch every drop of his come. he pulls off slowly, swallowing each wave as it hits his tongue. he tastes different, but it's to be expected-- he's never blown a full elf before, he's never taken from one. he pulls away entirely just a little too soon, catching one last bit at the corner of his mouth.

he slowly pulls away and climbs essek's body as he comes down, touching his chest and his stomach, his arms, his neck and his face. anywhere he can stimulate and touch while he's so sensitive. vax'ildan finishes off by licking his lip clean, then kisses essek's neck, settling against his side comfortably.

he half expects to get kicked out soon.

"it was, wasn't it?" vax whispers, nosing up against him and grinning into his skin. he doesn't care much if essek touches him, he can take care of himself, but he wants to stay by his side until the morning, at least. he doesn't feel like flying back out to the beach, or anywhere. he wants to stay here and maybe they can fuck in the morning, if he's willing.

deft hands continue their work of soft touches, massaging gentle circles against essek's hip. "you are stunning."

Those touches illicit flinches and soft noises until Essek captures one hand to prevent it from teasing over-sensitive skin. Vax is still only the fourth person Essek has allowed to actually actively touch him since arriving on the island, and after decades of abstinence, he's still growing accustomed to the hands of another.

But somehow the clever half-elf winds himself close, snuggling himself warmly at his side. Strangely, it feels...right. Welcome. Perhaps it is the haziness that still thrums along his pulse, perhaps it is because they are alone.

Essek captures that wayward hand again, pulling it away from his up and bringing those teasing fingers up to be examined. There's little marks on the tips, a scar or two elsewhere. Someone who works with blades, although he hadn't noted any about Vax's person. Interesting.

Warm breath from an amused huff from the compliment brushes over those fingers before an almost idle press of lips follows. "So is your mouth."

The drow realizes that his other arm had found it's way around Vax'ildan's body, hand settled low at the small of his back. His lovely tan skin is warm, but especially so where his very obvious arousal presses against his thigh.

Essek moves that hand to playfully tweak the tip of a pointed ear. "We've yet to take care of your own satisfaction, lovely one."

essek kisses vax's lips, and... vax's gaze turns into something softer, affectionate. he just observes, watching essek in the haze of afterglow, how beautiful his skin looks post-orgasm. the sleep in his eyes, the smile on his features, that slightly still-labored breathing. it's. oh, man.

vax doesn't say anything else for fear of getting himself in trouble, at least until essek offers to touch, and vax'ildan is suddenly very aware of how flustered he must look. his cock presses insistently, reminding, into essek's leg, and vax realizes too late that he's been leaning gently against his skin for more pressure on it. and, by the way? the hand on his ear is hot.

vax doesn't answer right away. he lingers kisses to essek's neck, he drags teeth down to his collarbone and back again. when he does answer, it's a low whisper in his ear. "i'm never going to say no to a beautiful elf like you. but if you don't want to, i can take care of myself."

"I want to."

It's the simple truth of it, words murmured softly as he noses Vax's head to tilt upward, pressing lips to lips and dragging a hint of teeth before retreating again. He frees his own hand so that he can touch the lithe body pressed against his own, fingertips starting from the soft underside of his jaw and down the slope of his throat, the dip of his collar bone, lower to trail down his side, over ribs and lightly against his waist to the hip.

There's so much to explore. Essek can't remember any other time he's imagined spending hours twined with another person, seeking and learning and touching each other. Except for one.

A swirl of his thumb over Vax's hip bone is the preamble to a firm press of his palm, encouraging him to lay back and better expose himself to view and touch. So stiff and flushed, Essek has to chuckle softly before carefully wrapping long, slender fingers around the shaft, grip light.

"How polite you are, even when you're like this." It's a wonder that he hadn't been trying to rut against his leg. He begins with soft, encouraging strokes, rubbing gently around the head.

he wants to, so vax doesn't protest further at the touches to his body. he's kissed before he could anyway, and vax forgets anything that was bubbling at the tip of his tongue. his thoughts are wiped and replaced with only essek, only these warm kisses, the warmth of his body against his skin. he's soft and he's intentional, each touch has a purpose, and vax has never felt more like a work of art.

he obeys essek's request, rolling onto his back and his eyes flutter closed. he wants to say something, to give him just as much praise, but those gentle hands are on his cock and touching him in the dirtiest of ways. pleasure shoots up vax's spine and pools heat in his stomach, while his jaw drops in a soft oh.

"essek," he manages, his torso turning closer to the drow and nuzzling his nose into his neck. kisses, desperate, are laid anywhere he can get his lips, until they find essek's for a deeper kiss again.

"don't stop."

The way that Vax draws back in to nuzzle close, magnetic and inescapable, is...sweet. Intimate in a way Essek can't quite quantify. Held so close, face buried against his neck and lying tucked in the cradle of his arm like they've been lovers for years rather than minutes. The rapid attachment is disorienting...but not...bad, by any means.

At least, he can hope not. So far removed from Exandria, what could Vax do to him here that would matter?

Essek obliges the kiss, tongue sliding past eager lips to plunder slowly as his hand explores only by touch. His other arm curls around to tangle lightly in mussed dark hair, scritching appreciatively at his scalp and occasionally brushing an ear.

"I'm not stopping until you come for me." Lips hover over lips, noses brushing. His grip tightens just enough to be firm now, sliding insistently along the shaft in a steady rhythm. "Vax'ildan."

the truth of that question is, nothing. vax'ildan couldn't return to exandria if he tried, and he's not even sure how he made it out of the raven queen's grasp to wind up here. he can't hear her anymore, he can't feel her presence. she can't be happy about that. the moment he's set free, he's sure his body will turn to ash again, as it was supposed to.

but that's far from here, far from now, where his mind is empty save for the fireworks of pleasure that shoot up his spine and keep him rooted firmly in essek's arms. he tilts his head down with a low moan, resting his forehead against essek's shoulder while his hips rock into those thin fingers.

"like that," he reassures, dark eyes looking up at him through his eyelashes. "yeah, it's perfect-- essek, fuck, th- oh--"

The soft, helpless little murmurs are particularly gratifying. Essek leans his head against Vax's, nestled in the slope of neck and shoulder. The hand wound in raven hair tightens a little, just enough for a pleasurable pull. It'll need to be combed out again later, the braids he'd wound not even two hours ago already fraying and messy. Hearing the ragged, aroused pace of his breath, the twitches of pleasure from that lean, lovely body pressed close, the swell of the cock in his hand is all so terribly heady.

On a whim he detours from his current task, hand unwinding to slide lower. Fingertips carefully, curiously explore the shape of Vax's balls. Essek cups them gently in his palm, murmurs soft words of approval when the half elf shivers with pleasure. He can't resist stroking at the soft, thin skin underneath, seeking areas of particular sensitivity.

there's a pull to his hair and vax gasps against his skin, feeling a wave of pleasure shoot through him again and again. each stroke feels like fire, licking at his most sensitive parts, but then essek stops, and he feels his brain scramble even further.

vax gasps, arching his hips up and trying to reach any more kind of friction, but essek is two steps ahead, reaching those precise fingers down, further, underneath his balls. he's so close to finding vax's sweet spot that he reaches down to hold his hand, pressing essek's fingers into the space between his hole and his balls up, up, against his spot.

"right there, essek--"

he doesn't release essek's hand, pushing down on his fingers, using him to pleasure himself. he can feel that heat in his hips bubbling, boiling over, and he knows his orgasm is close if he keeps this up.

The instruction of precisely where to touch elicits a warm chuckle rumbling from his chest. Essek lets Vax guide him, gaze alternating between their hands joined between his legs and his lovely face, brows knit upward in pleasure, lips slick.

"Like this, mm?" He asks, pressing firmly at that spot, that tight stretch of skin and massaging intently. The hand in Vax's hair carefully pulls, guiding his head back to tilt those lips upward. Essek leans in just a little, swiping his tongue over the lower one.

"Will you be good and come for me, just like this?"

vax has lost a semblance of politeness and formality, using essek's hand like a toy as a means to his own end. he pushes his fingers against his spot again and again, massaging the skin harder, harder still, until--

"essehh-- ah-!"

vax arches, sitting up off of the bed for a moment as his orgasm hits him like a wave. stuttered moans strangle and choke until they stop, the pleasure too overwhelming for him to make a single sound for a moment. come shoots from his cock in thick white ribbons, splattering into wet spots across the sheets. three waves come and four aftershocks, making himself into a proper mess.

once the pleasure begins to subside, the haze sets in, like a thick fog over a sunrise breaking through. light passes into his thoughts, slowly, clarity returning, and only then does he free essek's hand. there's a note of surprise in his expression, like he's shocked that he's still there. but it fades as quickly as it had come. vax rests back against his side, tucking a bashful face against essek's neck.

"thanks. for that."

The eagerness is amusing, even a little endearing, particularly when Vax seems to momentarily forget Essek is even there at all. When he pulls away on the cusp of his orgasm, it affords a wonderful view of the actual event. Dark brows knit upwards in pleasure, lips parted in wordless bliss. It's an incredibly pleasing sight, even as he feels warm, sticky ejaculate spatter onto his skin.

"My pleasure," he muses in response. Essek allows the spent half-elf a few moments of warmth curled up at his side before leaving a brush of lips on his forehead and shifting away. He doesn't go far, reaching for a towel and sliding gracefully from the bed toward the washroom off to the side. A moment later he returns, the cloth wet but warm, and perfunctorily begins cleaning the mess from Vax's skin.

vax hates to see him go, but it gives him an opportunity to observe as he leaves, brown eyes sweeping over the drow's beautiful thin form as he leaves.

bed empty, vax has a moment to himself, and in that moment, he just... thinks, for a moment. he thinks about essek, and that wonderful orgasm. he thinks about essek coming down his throat. he thinks about how essek, despite living nearby, is... likely only interested in him for reasons like this. and you know? he's alright with that. vax doesn't need anyone anymore, he made his peace with that.

before he can contemplate further, essek returns, and vax welcomes him back into the bed with open arms and affectionate kisses where he can reach them. now, it's his turn to run a thumb along a pointed ear, taking note of how much longer, sharper they are compared to his own. they're beautiful and soft, and he wants to communicate to essek the way he has been to vax. same language, after all.

"i'll stay tonight, if you'll have me."

Clean again, it's easier to allow Vax close once more, sliding into that embrace with a little bit of contemplation. He's warm and lithe and beautiful, and when that touch to his ear comes Essek feels something quiver strangely in his chest. Eyelashes fluttering in pleasure, he sinks even further into him, drawn like a magnet. There's only been handful of people he's coupled with and stayed for any amount of time after, usually preferring to depart once everything is done.

But this...feels different. Easy, familiar. It feels so natural to just fold into Vax's arms, to let him touch where he pleases and how.

Essek sighs, sated and relaxed. Perhaps the most relaxed he's been since his arrival here.

"Of course," he murmurs softly, one hand curving up over Vax's hip, just holding gently. "Stay, and when you've rested, I can show you where you might be...slightly more comfortable than on the beach."

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